Amanda stared. She could set the price? The man started to ask if a fifty would do it, but she cut him off midway with a loud "Twenty and I'll do what you want," sealing the price of backroom admission.
An excited murmer went through the crowd. Forty was the very minimum they'd heard of, this must be a special of some kind.
Amanda grinned as he jammed the twenty in, wincing but happy to be getting money. Another man waving money, and she moved quickly to him, threaded the rose down her front.
"Down the front of your skirt!" the next one yelled, having found yet another rose. Her smile froze at the sight of her thorny nemesis, but she reluctantly took the rose and let him jam some money in her makeshift garter.
Another guy waved money. "Squeeze your tits!" he yelled, and she winced. At least he didn't have a damn rose. She sighed, pushing her breasts softly together. The guy shook his head. "Harder, like this!" he demonstrated, gyrating his upper body and making circular pushing motions. "I'll give you thirty!"
Amanda licked her cut lips and nodded, bracing herself for pain. Still, thirty bucks just to feel a few prickles wasn't bad. She took a breath, placed her hands on each side of her breasts and grudgingly crushed and rotated her tits as six crumpled fives were forcefully jammed one by one up the bottom of her makeshift garter, each roughly pushed up against the rose.
Tears prickled Amanda's eyes, and a drop of heavy makeup running down her face to join the other rivulets her tears had previously made. She didn't notice but the white shirt had a few small dots of red as well.
Someone grabbed her leg, clapping their hand on the rose. "Take off the panties!" he ordered, jamming a twenty up the bottom as well.
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